The cause of the financial crisis

The face that crashed a thousand banks

At 9:00am US time (Midnight Australian time):


"Australian singer Delta Goodrem, who is on a promotional tour in the US, rang the opening bell [at the New York Stock Exchange]..." (Source: Herald Sun)




At 2:20pm Australian time:


"Growth in the fourth quarter appears to be weaker yet, with an outright contraction quite likely,'' [the Federal Reserve's Janet Yellen] said. “Indeed, the US economy appears to be in a recession" (Source: Herald Sun)


Coincidence? I think not.


I know for a fact that Delta Goodrem is a loyal reader*, so I'll address this to her/you:
Why are you stuffing up the stock markets, Delta? Sure, breaking the financial markets, like you did with The Dud's heart, will get you some great publicity for your latest album, but what's wrong with an in-store appearance, or a T-shirt? Heck, you could have even tried sublimDELTA-AVAILABLE FROM ALL GOOD RECORD STORESinal advertising, and we wouldn't have minded.


So Delta, if you're still reading this, please stop ruining the world economy.





*...not necessarily of this blog, but hey; tom-ay-to/tom-ah-to and all that.

The IJSF! on: Serotonin

A happy ending

Lookie. Important Journal of Scientific Fact! is making a science. Good for you, IJSF!:

Happy herb a wonder drug (mX, 9/10/08, p7)

Herbal extract St John's wort has long been happy alternative for those reluctant to pop pills for depression.

Now, more than just cheerful converts can testify to its mood-lifting powers.

In what has been billed as the most thorough study of the plant, scientists found St John's wort just as effective as Prozac in treating depression.

It also had fewer side effects than many standard drugs used to help those battling the blues.

So far, so meh; nothing worthy of the IJSF! Although that line "...billed as the most thorough study of the plant" makes it sound like some sort of Bruckheimer-esque action flick. How would one get their science on when the labs are being inundated with 'splosions, car chases and really poorly written dialogue?

Experts didn't know how the plant lifted depression, but most believed it would have probably worked by keeping the positive chemical serotonin in the brain for longer.

Wait...so the boffins at Science World Pty Ltd don't actually know how the thing works, so they just made, what is basically, a guess? Screw them, I could do that.

Maybe the drug worked because within every St John wort pill is a magical invisible unicorn that shoots out rainbows, flowers and love hearts out of its horn. Or maybe said boffins woke up one morning to find that a truck of money had arrived at their front lawns, courtesy of [Defamation Dodo does not approve], and they were too busy purchasing epileptic prostitutes and bottles of wine made from the blood of the people who beat them up in high school to do some proper sciencin'.


Or maybe they were ambushed by this stealthy bit of Science!:

Premature ejaculation gene found (BBC News, via Kotaku)

A study of nearly 200 Dutch men found those who climaxed too soon during intercourse had a version of a gene that controls the hormone serotonin.

In the men with premature ejaculation, serotonin appeared to be less active between the nerves in the section of the brain that controls ejaculation.

Well of course people taking the St John's wort were happier. They were too busy having hours-long sex marathons to worry about life's troubles. (As an aside: Why are there so many ads out there purporting "Longer lasting SEX"? With our mobile, on-the-go, time-poor lifestyles, do we really want our sex to be such a time waster? In the current economic climate, we need to be more efficient; with our work and with our 'work'. Besides, that terabyte of porn isn't going to masturbate to itself)


This isn't the only important fact in the article. The methodology of measuring the duration of these...experiments is interesting to say the least:

For a month, their female partners were asked to use a stopwatch at home to measure the time until ejaculation each time they had intercourse

Because nothing is hotter than having your sexings timed.

"Coming soon on an adult store near you: Stopwatch Sluts 16: Clocking Cocks"

She said men with primary premature ejaculation tended to be fast reactors generally.

"These men have very quick reflexes.

They may be excellent at playing tennis or computer games, for example."

So that would make:


This the world's shortest porn*, and




...him a dud root. His serve isn't the only thing that's quick...

She said there was good evidence that serotonin was linked ejaculation and that researchers were developing drugs for the condition that prolong this hormone's action.

Currently there is no medication for the condition on the market

That's a lie. There is a drug out there to cure both depression and premature ejaculation. It's called Sally: The Invisible Rainbow Shootin', Daisy-Pushin', Love Heart Toutin' Unicorn...in'. Side effects may include: Puncture wounds, Equine influenza and Half-human, half-horse mutant children. At least they'll be happy little freaks.

That's been some brilliant sciencing from the Important Journal of Scientific Fact! Let's hang it on the fridge.

*The strange thing is, there is a real porn called World of Whorecraft (now called Whorelore). Hit up your local search engine. Though be warned: There may be boobies...

The IJSF on: Intelligence

Science makes you smart.

Hear ye! Hear ye! The Important Journal of Scientific Fact! has come once again, bearing the news on how to live a better life than yours!

'Having a baby makes you smart' (MX: 19/3/08; p9)

Research has shown that having a baby can make women as brainy as Einstein.

An American study published this month shown in the first three months after giving birth, "mumnesia" may mean a mum leaves her shopping in the car park and puts her handbag in the fridge.

But in the long term her memory and ability to multi task improves, one of a number of physical benefits researchers say having a baby brings.

"Mumnesia" is short-term, probably due to sleep deprivation and not brain shrinkage, as previously thought.

Australian neuroscientist Allen Snyder said a woman's memory was not reduced during pregnancy, their attention was on caring for their baby.

A woman's brain was like Albert Einstein's: he used to forget where had put his big cheques while he worked out the theory of relativity.

US research on pregnant rats suggests that the hippocampus, the part of the brain responsible for memory, learning and emotion, might grow more neuron connections during pregnancy.

The research also found motherhood gave women more acute sight, reduced stress and a lower risk of cancer.

The study claims there is no physiological reason why women struggle to lose weight gained during pregnancy.

Breast-feeding mums, who burn an extra 2000 kJ a day, have less of an excuse.

Now we've got a bit of an exclusive for you Rant Readers. We've managed to obtain a script of an advertisement for a business which has also read this article. Take a look:

*****

(INT: KITCHEN)
Daughter, fresh from school, walks in with a depressed look on her face.
Mother: Hey there, sweetheart. Why the sad face?
The camera zooms in on Daughter's face.
Daughter: I just failed my math test.
Mother gasps. A dramatic sting plays as camera zooms in on her face.
Mother: Oh no! How will you ever find a cure for cancer now?
Darryl Sommers walks in to the kitchen
Daryl Sommers: Is this scene familiar? Hi, I'm Darryl Somers, drummer, TV personality and spokesman from Smarter Suitor. And I'm here to talk to you about the latest breakthrough in scientific technology and science that will revolutionise the way we think about intelligence.
Daryl Sommers walks out of the kitchen and into...

(INT: SCIENCE LAB)
Daryl Sommers grabs a vial of white liquid from a table, lifts it to eye-level and looks thoughtfully into it. Daryl Sommers, still holding the vial at this level, looks into the camera and continues:
Daryl Sommers (Cont'd): Important scientific findings has found that having a baby will make you smarter. Which is why we here at Smarter Suitor offers a wide range of fertile suitors able to knock up your daughter and knock up her marks. But don't just take my word for it, listen to these satisfied customers:

(INT: LIVING ROOM)
Testimonial #1: My daughter was bringing home some terrible grades. We tried beating the dumb out of her, but that only got us a court order. But since we enlisted the help of Smarter Suitor, our lovely little daughter is now a student at Harvard University. Godspeed, Suited Suitor.

(EXT: CARAVAN)
Testimonial #2: We thought we had no hope for our little girl, she was barely passing high school. But then we got us the help of the Smarter Suitor folks. Now, our baby daughter's an assistant manager at the local restaurant.

(PHOTO)
Of a Smarter Suitor home device
Daryl Sommers (V/O): Also available, our Brand New Smarter Suitor Do-It-Yourself Home Kit

(INT: BASEMENT)
Testimonial #3: My little daughter was getting Ds in every subject. But then we got the Smarter Suitor DIY Home Kit, and now the only Ds she has is in her boobs. Her round...firm...voluptuous boobs...excuse me a minute
Testimonial #3 walks out of the shot
Testimonial #3 (O/S): It's school time, daughter. Daddy's gonna pump you full of intelligence!

(INT: OFFICE)
Daryl Sommers reads a book. Daryl Sommers has a thoughtful look on his face before closing the book.
Daryl Sommers: If you truly love your daughter, visit your nearest Smarter Suitor office where one of our friendly staff will arrange a meeting to make your daughter smarter.

(INT: KITCHEN)
The heavily pregnant Daughter, fresh from school, walks in with a happy look on her face.
Mother: Hey there, sugar. How did your test go?
Daughter: Great! I got an A!!
Daughter looks into the camera.
Daughter: And I couldn't have done it without Smarter Suitor.
As Daryl Sommers walks in and stands next to Daughter:
Announcer (V/O): (Speaking quickly) Side effects of Smarter Suitor may include nausea, fatigue, headaches, back pains and syphilis.
Daryl Sommers is now standing next to Daughter.
Chyron: Smarter Suitor logo
Daryl Sommers: Smarter Suitor: Give your daughter a better chance at life.
Daryl Sommers, Daughter and Mother wave to the camera

Announcer (V/O): Coming soon: Smarter Suitor for Men.

*****

And thus, the Important Journal of Scientific Fact! has spoken. You many resume your lives.

Saving the world, one problem at a time

Who you gonna call?

This world is a shit place to live in. No, this blog hasn't taken a turn towards emo-ism (although I clearly haven't evolved from 2006 gags, either), but look at your local newspaper (put down that Herald Sun or Daily Telegraph, they don't count!), and you'll see pages upon pages of violence, poverty and a society that's going arse up.
Last weekend, 1000 of Australia's finest all gathered in Canberra to solve some of Australia's problems by 2020. I, of course, was at the top of the invites list, but somehow my invitation got lost in the mail, eaten by my dog and other lame excuses fine I wasn't actually invited but I didn't want to go to their lamefest anyway Shut Up. But the whole thing got me thinking of ways we can make the world a better place to live in.


Sports players have been getting into a lot of trouble recently, with Nick D'arcy breaking some guy's head and Barry Hall playing a quick round of Face, Meet Fist on the field. Now, these activities involve using the hands and arms, right? Having said that, why don't we break their spines? That way, they won't be able to punch anybody out (or kick them either, for that matter). There may be a small, tiny expense in the form of wheelchairs, but think of the benefits: Instead of wasting their talents on the community service circuit or fending off a cellmate named Fisty Bob, they'll be on the field earning us medals and trophies (granted they'd for the Paralympics, but we can just cover that part of the medal with gaffer tape). All we have to worry about now is how many bookshelves we need to buy for our newly found trinkets. And, perhaps, where we can put all of our newly required disabled parking spaces...

The whole Tibet situation is a bit of a mess at the moment, isn't it? Everyone's worrying about the human rights violations going on, and whatnot. Yet China is refusing to budge in its stance. There's only one thing to stop these atrocities making our front pages.
We need a new human rights issue to focus our attention on!
If we're too busy making signs, shirts and songs about the plight of...the Lithuanians or the like, then we won't have enough newspaper columns to talk about the Tibetans. And newspapers can't talk about Lithuania and Tibet, whilst maintaining the legal quotas on celebrity puff pieces (I think it's 42.25% of total articles). A week later, and *poof*, no more Tibet to worry about. Heck, it worked in solving the Zimbabwe thing, the whole Darfur deal, Cambodia, and all the other solved crises out there.

Next: Public transport. Everyday, I overhear a conversation or read an angry on how crowded the trains are. If we remove the words "crowded", "congested", "packed", "jammed", "LOL" and variants thereof from the vocabulary, then we won't have anyone complaining about this. That and we won't have any loud teenagers screeching "LOL" all around the place like demented harpies or liberal/conservative lobby groups. It's a win-win situation!

Global Warming. Easy: Bring on a Nuclear Winter like they were promising us during the Cold War (although this won't stop the problem of me stealing Futurama jokes).

Finally, World Peace. Although there are several Miss America winners out and about spreading world peace and love like a venereal disease, they just aren't doing the head job. There's still violence, poverty and Alan Jones in the world. There is only one way to bring peace to the people: Kill them all.
Think about it: No more people, no more conflict, violence and other bad things. The world will be at peace at last. Sure, there may not be anyone around to appreciate it, but it's WORLD PEACE, DAMMIT!!



All Nobel Peace Prizes can be sent to the usual address, thank you very much.

Florida has a lot to answer for

'Music' that's lower than a hooker's knickers

Me and popular music have had a peaceful truce as of the recent. It can go in the corner and roll around in its own crap as much as it wants, so long as it didn't do it in my corner of the room. It was going well until this man...thing decided to hurl some of his crap my way:




That's right, I'm talking about Flo Rida (geddit, because he's from Florida? LOLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLLOLOLOLOLOL!).



For the sake of padding out this post with pointless exposition, Flo (or is it pronounced 'FLEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR!'?) released a song recently called Low. Imagine any mainstream r&b/rap song you've heard in the past - seriously, any song; they all sound the same in the end. Now imagine said song being 'performed' by a man living without the burden of a functional knowledge of the English language. And imagine if this man had got a hold of a set of those phonetic flash cards they use to teach young children how to speak. It's something like that. Don't believe me just take a sample of some lyrics:

I ain't never [sic] seen nuthin [sic] that'll make me go,
this crazy all night spendin [sic] my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem [sic] birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin [sic] X [sic] and ooo [sic]

...

Work the pole, I got the bank roll
Imma [sic] say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes

I'm guessing there's supposed to be some semblance of storyline in this thing. Here goes: Our hero, Flo, is currently at his local exotic dancery (by himself, I'm presuming (maybe all his MySpazz friends lost their invites in the mail)). He's pontificating about the quality of the fair maidens (I don't know why, though. It's a Tuesday arvo, you're not exactly going to get the club's A-team performing) and applauding their performances with alms.

"Shawty [sic] what I gotta [sic] do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap [sic]
And they ready for Shones [sic]
Cadillacs Maybachs [sic] for the sexy grown [sic]
Patrone [sic] on the rocks that'll make you moan"

Our hero's attention has been captured by one fair lady in particular: A damsel who, despite a height deficiency, more than makes up for it with her beauty. He's already begun celebrating her presence, in his pants, and he's ready for...uhm...I'm confused. Shones? Maybachs?

As Winston Churchill once said, "What the f*** is this man saying?"

Whoa
Shawty [sic]
Yea she was worth the money
Lil [sic] mama took my cash,
and I ain't [sic] want it back,
The way she bit that rag,
got her them paper stacks,
Tattoo above her crack,
I had to handle that,

Hmm, so the horny loner finally got the midget hooker he wanted. And he got one who seems to have a fetish for stacks of newspapers. It''s a classic fairy tale ending.



All happy endings aside, I hear kids on the streets and in the clubs shouty-singing the (just as incomprehensible) chorus. And amidst their wailing, they don't realise that THE MAN IS SINGING ABOUT HIRING A PROSTITUTE, and the children don't seem to care. Which may explain why it seems that Wayne Carey just got paid about $180,000 for (allegedly) beating up his partner, and no one bats an eyelid (although Wayne Carey may or may not have allegedly batted his girlfriend's eyelid that night (Antisocial Rant does not condone assault in any way shape or form)).



And the delivery, my goodness the delivery. With his slurred syllables and general disregard of proper pronunciation conventions, he sounds like a drunk caveman halfway during a stroke. One could almost say he's the modern r&b/rap equivalent of nickelback or hinder, only slightly more turned on by Verne Troyer and a daily broadsheet. Slightly.



The whole package is so bad, I'm guessing if Mr. Blonde was playing this song instead of Stuck in the Middle With You, he wouldn't have had to do any work - the officer's ears would've just plopped themselves right off to escape the agony of having to listen to one more second of Flo Rida's inane ramblings.



In short, this is horrible stuff from a man who doesn't at all sound like he's overcompensating for (a lack of) something. Low is devoid of originality, quality and any semblance of goodness, which would explain why it's flying up the charts. I may have edited out certain lyrics, but trust me: You're Not. Missing Out. On. Anything! In fact, you're better out missing out on everything, so that the rest of your days won't be brought down by the knowledge that you have wasted 3:50 on this insipid crap.



Now if you don't mind, I'll be back in my corner, putting on a tarp.